It seems like its only been five minutes until I'm woken out of a deep sleep by a loud alarm.
Court and I are both waken up by the loud noise, a constant loud buzzing that's coming from God knows where. I put my pillow over my head before I realize that there's really no point.
"What's that?" asks Court.
"I don't know!" I shout back. I cover my ears again, but then, it stops just as suddenly as it started. Weird. I hope that I don't have to get used to that.
Then our door opens. One of the men from yesterday and the woman named Lisa. She smiles brightly at both of us.
"Good morning," she says. "I hope you slept well?" she asks us both aloofly. I know Court is trying not to laugh or say something snarky, soinstead, I say something snarky.
"Yeah, until a loud alarm woke me up out of my lovely sleep." I grumble. I'm not really what you would call a morning person. "That nightmare about which needles you're going to poke in me first is really helping that, too,"
Lisa smiles. Are all the people around here made out of the same mold, forced to smile no matter what they hear? "Well, I'm just here to take Xenia to her morning exercises." she says with the same blank look in her brown eyes.
"Exercises? What is that, new slang for torture?"I ask, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I probably look like an angry bear. At least, that's what I feel like.
Lisa just grins at us. It's kinda annoying, their "optimism". "Don't worry. It's not going to be much today. We'd just like to get an idea of the full scope of what you can do. We've already taken Lucinda in today."
What time is it? How long did it take for them to analyze Lucy? Is she okay now? Do they need to analyze all of us?
"So if you'll just come with me..." Lisa says. As if I have a choice. The man grabs my hands and shackles them together. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.
Left, right, left. That's the combination of hallways that it takes to get to the room. The man takes off the handcuffs and leads me into a large room. And surprise, surprise, it's entirely blank white. The man leaves, Lisa leaves, and I'm left alone.
No furniture. White tile floors. White ceilings and walls. The rooms here are just like the people, bland, and showing no emotion.
I look to the left side of the room, and I see a window opening up into a control room full of fancy-schmancy gadgets and gizmos. There are about ten people in there, one of them being Blondie. I'm trying to decide if she's going to be a continual presence in my life, when she starts to speak into a microphone. It resonates throughout the room I'm in, giving me a headache already this morning.
"Good morning, Xenia. How are you?" How polite of her to ask. Being kidnapped by psychos can be a pleasant experience if you have the right psychos.
"Oh, you know," I respond. "Stuck in the claws of a bunch of crazy wack-jobs. Could be better." I shrug my shoulders at all the people.
One of the women behind Blondie rolls her eyes at my comment. I grin internally. Maybe if I never get out of this hell hole, I can at least make other people annoyed by me.
"Okay, then," says Blondie. It's like she doesn't even have any emotions. "We're just going to start now. We're going to send in someone right now." She waves her hand and a door opens on the opposite side of the room from me. A boy maybe a bit older than me walks in. He doesn't look nervous or excited or anything.
A beautiful boy, I start to notice. Blonde waves, blue eyes. What is a kid like that doing in a place like this, being a guinea pig for people like that? Does he even know what he's doing?
